Willowy tall palms bend with resistance under a byzantine blue sky The fragrance of changing tides and salt air stir summer with youth and stories Sand is the celebration of a movable graffiti. Ivy and roses stretch over a fence, attracting children and angels There’s nothing regrettable about summer its evenings … More GIVING IN
The academia of cafe people. The quips are everything, falling neatly into line without stress. They circle the edge of the serious before journeying to art and the Bauhaus of their apartment. There’s a laugh about abstract dreams and what they could possibly mean and how their favorite pillow captures tears. Black and white photos … More THE OUTSIDE OF IN
Ornate alabaster vases line the wall of the tiled checkerboard foyer. A thick glass door separates the street from onyx stairs and polished brass handles. An angelic frieze decorates the ceiling; noticed only by children. Atop a marble table sits the daily bouquet of fresh cut flowers. Centered above the table, a gold framed mirror … More ANOTHER WORLD
Warm desert winds coarse wildly through open car windows on a highway past abandoned gas stations and dirt roads leading to somewhere. The driver owns one sweat stained shirt absent of buttons and ripped jeans. He carries a history of miles. Never reads road signs, just turns when he wants, passing towns he may have … More HEADING SOUTH
Low clouds dampen an early Fall afternoon. Sounds of pigeons overhead and newspapers opening become absorbed into an unmistakable dullness. People hold hands, thanking the stars for dreams coming true. Puddles of last nights rain reflects treetops and corners of buildings protected by gargoyles. The aroma of tar and steam touches everyone passing … More FROM UP HERE
Rain with feeling sounded on my head, running through my hair, dripping with random lines onto my face, like tears without reason, they course onto my shirt. The ground glistens, painted clean, each object baptized with water; the opening sound of wind builds like an orchestra warming for night. The sky soon reopens with … More A MOMENT ALONE
The long and short of the past pulls at the soft undercurrent of hard tales exposing the haunting of our hallways. We try to separate the pain, dripping the soap of half-truths onto the dirt, reducing surface tension; don’t be the first to throw a stone at sin. High tide doesn’t blame the shoreline … More HOLD BACK THE STONES
When you go somewhere as a stranger you can blend in as an unaware traveler avoiding name introduction or needless small talk while roaming unconcerned regarding schedules wearing your favorite shirt and red sneakers free of critical opinion you pass a store window and smile back at yourself then merge with the shadows of a … More TEMPORARY NOBODY
Bring on the ancestral winds, the colliding of clouds with thunder rolling and breaking into silent valleys and the souls of weak men. Let the deep of the deep surface, Let it breathe to the top and bring with it forceful sounds and the wet of rain and clean satin moisture promising to wash city … More CLOUDING UP
A teasing wind brushes through thick pine boughs, ruffling their surfaces with drunken intention. A mischievous breeze rattles the bones of shutters and window panes. An overrun of coolness circles like a hungry thief. Shadows form Halloween masks and creatures without heads. Each step is weighted. Weakness has no place while the clearest of eyes … More STEP LIVELY
Roger Singer 